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  • Shine Ballard


By Shine Ballard

loneliness isn't learned,

only illumined. lit.

not, though, by candleflame.

more the belch of blackhole.

some sort of shape, or some

form, empty. thirsty.

hauntingly always.

the opposite of exit.

a necessity waiting—

as parched sand in want of

morningdew, or deluge.


Shine Ballard, the dreamingdunce, currently creates and resides on this plane(t).



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